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OK, can we please discuss the ridiculous hotness of Demian Bichir, the guy who plays Nancy Botwin's drug lord boyfriend on Weeds?



Dear Jesus lord. So now, since the season is over and I can't watch him on my TV screen anymore, I've totally got to go watch that like seven-hour-long Che Guevara movie that Steven Soderbergh made. Cuz Bichir plays Castro. Dude. Castro WISHES. Bichir is so hot, just looking at him in costume made both of Castro's ex-wives spontaneously conceive children. And they're in their 70s!

My favorite fact from Demian Bichir's Wikipedia page?

Both of his parents, Alejandro Bichir and Maricruz Nájera, and brothers Odiseo and Bruno Bichir are also actors. The MTV Movie Awards-México created a special category "Mejor Bichir en una Película" ("Best Bichir in a movie") because of the many films the Bichir siblings act in every year.

For the record? His brothers are nowhere near as smoking-hot, and as such, Demian should win EVERY YEAR. They should also nominate him for the award "Mejor Bichir en mi Pantalones".

This is a placeholder for the eventual post to come about how ridiculous it is to write a book that depends entirely on a convincing definition of "fascism" that ENTIRELY SKIPS OVER THE YEARS 1922-1943 IN ITALY UNDER MUSSOLINI. I mean, that's just STAGGERING. "Let's write a book about fascism but not mention what actually HAPPENED UNDER FASCIST RULE!" That's pretty much the most intellectually dishonest move I've ever seen in a piece of historical writing -- and I've read the whole neocon canon, so that's saying something!

I would like to rant about this further, but I must go to sleep. So I will try to post a longer rant tomorrow that will also discuss Jonah Goldberg's complete lack of irony and possibly a comparison of Sorel's "myth" with Plato's "noble lie" and Leo Strauss and Abram Shulsky and OSP/intelligence gathering/nous blah blah blah. Possibly. But probably not, because I haven't actually read any Sorel and that would make me as intellectually bankrupt and disingenuous as Mr. Goldberg -- probably I'll just post more rants about my cat's effect on my sinuses, or a deconstruction of the recent South Park parody of Heavy Metal, wherein I try to decipher how much of the boob-scenery was actually in the original movie. (I really should have watched more Bakshi while I was at Kim's.)

Also, Weeds is a good show. Romany Malco is hot -- but I think he might be kinda crazy in real life. That's the impression I got from the 40-Year-Old Virgin commentary track -- and obviously I should base all my judgments of human beings on how they come off when being peppered with vulgarisms by Seth Rogan.